Monthly Archives: July 2014

At Home Updates and Wisher’s World Excerpt

It’s that time again. I’ve been working on projects around the house these past few days. I’m still behind on my daily poetry. I’ve managed to get approximately 3000 words added to my Camp NaNo project in the last few days, Wisher’s World: Composing an Apprentice. It’s not as much as I would have liked, but I haven’t stopped writing.

I’d like for you all to see another taste of this new book of mine. This time it’s from the middle of the book. I hope you enjoy it. And please feel free to comment on it below. I’ll have the first draft done by the end of the week and then I can work on the revision and edit. After that, it’s on to Kindle for a test run.

Wisher’s World: Composing an Apprentice—ExcerptForest Path

“When the nape of his neck stirred as if tiny creatures crawled among the individual hairs, Reibe sent his attention to the other kind of stirring taking place; this one within his mind. The headache which had been rising all afternoon took an immediate plunge to a bare whisper of pain. He knew before he saw her, who had entered the room.

“You asked for me, my father?”

The soft voice so matched the feel of the young giantess from the night of the dinner that Reibe felt vindicated in his assessment of her. Lyroclae eased into a vacant chair a few feet to Reibe’s left. She wore a pale brown gown, and around her neck flowed a stone necklace of the deepest green. It was made of individual stones carved to resemble a linked metal chain. It suited her, he thought.

“Cleone, this is my daughter, Lyroclae.” Kershon’s introduction of the girl confirmed many things for Reibe, as well as created more questions.

Lyroclae dipped head and body to Cleone, saying, “It is most fine to meet you, friend Cleone.”

The soft smile she turned on Reibe made him blush to his eyebrows. “It is good to see you again, young human. Are you still troubled with pain?”

Reibe smothered an inward groan and waited. He knew Cleone would not let that question pass.

“Pain? What does Lyroclae mean, Reibe?”

“Oh, my pardon,” Lyroclae said, putting hand to mouth. “I meant no breach of silence. Truly. Father, I have erred again.”

In that instant Reibe couldn’t help himself. He laughed. This pretty giantess had sounded so much like he did to himself most of the time that it came as a relief to know that he no longer walked that path alone.

“Pardon, Lyroclae. I am laughing at myself, not you.” Reibe bowed his head and turned to Cleone.

“Since I came here, I have had terrible headaches. They sometimes go away after a while. At the dinner here, my head suddenly felt as if it would come apart.”

Cleone nodded for him to continue.

“When the pain got too bad, Lyroclae put her hand on my neck and the pain went away. She was most kind to help me. I did not mention it to anyone.”

“You did this, my daughter?” Kershon asked with obvious pride.

“He was in pain, Father. I could do naught else.” Her brown eyes challenged censure.

“My child, you make me proud.” He held out his arms to Lyroclae and received her embrace as any loving parent would.

He looked to Cleone and said, “She has been working with your mother since our arrival. She wishes to be a healer like her dead Mother.”

Lyroclae’s chin rose, showing her determination to those who might think her untried.

“That is admirable, Lyroclae,” Cleone said. “I haven’t yet spoken to my mother, but we will talk of this, I’m sure.”

“Please, ask her, Father,” the girl insisted.

“Ask me?”

“Friend Cleone, my daughter would ask to go with you on your trading trip this next time. She wants, and says she needs, to see more of the world and healing practices so that she might become a Master Healer.”

Cleone pursed her lips and rubbed her forehead. Finally, she turned to Reibe and asked with sudden intensity, “What do you think of this idea, Reibe? Would it be wrong to take young Lyroclae with us next spring?”

Reibe’s eyes widened until he was sure they might fall out. “I have no way of judging such a thing, Mistress. I do not yet know what I am supposed to do.”

“Very well. “ Cleone didn’t smile or hesitate. “Lyroclae, do you cook?”

“Yes, friend Cleone. Though, I do not know what you eat.”

Cleone waved away that disclaimer. “Are you a good traveler?”

“I do not know, friend Cleone. How do you mean? I do not ride as your people do. I have not been taught. I am healthy and not prone to illness. I was one of only a few who did not sicken with the disease.”

Again Cleone waved away the girl’s statement. “We can talk about that some other time. What can you do for us that we can’t do for ourselves?”

The question caused Lyroclae’s eyes to narrow and her chin to rise. “I can heal others. I am still learning, but I can heal. I am strong and willing to work, and I can teach others what I know of the Juton.”

Cleone smiled. “A healer is a good thing to have around. If your father and your people agree with this plan of yours, you may come with us, and I will allow you to learn what I know, take you to other healers that I know, and help you learn about humans along the way.”

Cleone reached out toward Lyroclae, palm up, and waited for the young Juton’s hand to seal the agreement. The giantess didn’t hesitate. Her own large palm covered Cleone’s and they shook on the pledge.

Reibe’s felt his head spin with the implications of the trip. He saw the speculative look that flashed across his Mistress’s eyes at Lyroclai’s assertions. He felt certain that his Mistress would not explain her decision to gain another team member. The trading team had doubled in size in one day.

What did Cleone have in mind that she would make this much change in this trip?”

At Home with the Home Stretch


How’s everyone doing with their chosen July challenges? What? You didn’t take up a July challenge? How did you manage that?

Huh! You’re a stronger person than I am, Gunga Din. One of the personal quirks that I’ve come to appreciate (notice the thought verb here) about myself is that I must have a challenge going at all times.

Take this month, for instance. I’m doing three—two writing and one home. Camp NaNoWriMo has me writing a novella (yes, I’d already done one just before,) which takes care of the prose portion of my life. Creative Bloomings Camp Granada Daily Poem Challenge for verse centered on camping and the outdoors caters to the poetic side of my nature.

My home challenge is to get my bedroom/office cleared out, sorted, and rearranged for better use of space.

People who know me know that I spend long days at the computer. Ask my sister and she’ll tell you that I have little enough life outside of writing. I tend to agree with that assessment. I’m a bit OCD about writing.

Hence the constant challenges.

If you asked me why I’m this way, I’d say it’s because I denied myself that outlet for so many years and that I’m trying to make up for lost time. All of those story ideas and poems were repressed for too long and finally found an escape clause in their repression contract.

Forest PathPoor old Wisher’s World is a series that’s been aching to emerge from its cocoon for several years now. It finally began its process in July. By the end of the month I’ll have the first episode finished and ready for revision and final edit.

Lake Bowman CampThe poetry challenge allows impressions, experiences, and even dreams to be captured in lyric form and shared with my poets’ community. I keep my hand in and mind open at the same time.

Okay—I admit it. I’ve fallen down on that job for this past week or so. I must take one day this week and catch up with those poems I haven’t done each day, as well as read all of those poems that were written by other members of that same community. Not a hardship by any means, merely a task for those late-night decompression hours.

calendars-6888067You may be wondering why I do multiple challenges simultaneously. Here’s where the real confession comes in. I’m a challenge junkie. I can’t seem to pass them up. And no, I didn’t used to be like this. What I found was that when challenged, I kept moving forward, kept learning.

The challenge doesn’t have to be writing oriented. I also try to learn at least one new (to me) crochet stitch or technique each week. Beaded jewelry comes into the same category as the crochet. 

I’m always involved in a study course or two–some semester or year-long, some lasting only a few weeks.

My face-to-face critique group keeps my thought processes flexible, too, and adds to learning new things from those around me. We usually have separate genres represented for each of us–six in all. And styles vary as much as genre.

Now you know some of the whys and wherefores.

My tally for the month so far? I’ve got over 35K words written on my novella. Revision and edit will bring the final word count back down to novella length. I’ll cut at least three chapters worth of text by the end of the process. I must also write eight poems today/tomorrow to catch up on the poetry challenge.

As for my bedroom/office, it’s the most difficult task. It requires that I disassemble my office for the time it takes to do all of the work. We’re talking a couple of days. I may have to slack off on that challenge until August. I’m not saying I will, just that it’s a thought.

My home stretch will come down to determination, as with all races. Before anyone asks, I don’t ever beat myself up if I don’t complete a challenge in the allotted time. For me, it really is the journey, the personal nudge toward production, and (in this case) the reality that once August arrives, my only tasks for the next five months will be in the revision aspect of work.

You see, that’s my next challenge. Each month, from August 1 until January 1, I will concentrate on the full revision, edit, and submission of one or two existing projects.

If I can manage that, I can manage anything. I’ll be posting the occasional progress report amid regular posts to encourage you and to seek snippets of your completed work.

That’s it for now. I’ll be back in a day or so with another excerpt from my project. Feedback is always welcome. See you soon. Happy writing, all.

At Home–Camp NaNo’s Book Redesign

Forest Path

Last time I came to you with an excerpt from the stand-alone book I’m writing for Camp NaNo this month. Today I want to tell you how I’m forced to write this book.

I began developing the Wisher’s World Series a few years ago. I had things planned and plotted, though not completely. The whole story was to cover three big books.

A few months ago I chose to begin a writing course taught by best-selling sf/fantasy author Holly Lisle. And that’s when the WW story, the plotting, and the presentation shifted beyond recognition.

For nearly a year I’d been contemplating taking the series in another direction—one of short stories that together would comprise the whole story. Holly’s new approach to the process took my idea one step further—into novelettes and novellas as series episodes.

Suddenly, my idea wasn’t such an out-there concept. I had backing and someone to show me a proven system of developing and writing the series that’s haunted me for so long.

I had much of the first novel written, and because of its ultimate length, what I had was not going to work as I needed it to. The story had to be divided into chunks and re-plotted so that each chunk stood as an individual and unique story that could lead to the next book or to the ones that might run parallel.

The division process and re-plotting effort has been at the core of what I’ve been doing for close to two months, between finishing another novella and other projects. July ushered in the actual work on the first episode of Wisher’s World; the episode titled “Composing an Apprentice.”

Until today, I only had part of the conflict threads that would take this segment to its conclusion and why it had to happen as it did.

001-bonus-things-jYou know how it is. You’re mindlessly playing solitaire or washing the supper dishes and suddenly the missing piece falls into place. For me, that piece came in a flash of scene with minor characters; characters I hadn’t planned as major catalysts for the story and the main character.

I’d been designing on pure faith that Muse had a plan for those tiny, seemingly extraneous tidbits dropped into the narrative or dialogue here and there. The detritus had washed ashore in that mental flash to explain the entire build-up and climax.

Blank Mind MapIt was amazing. Muse rocks!

Everything makes perfect sense now. I have all of my elements in place. The world set-up is complete and the signposts for those stories that come after this one stand at their crossroads. Those crises that will follow are sketched out and some completely fleshed.

The underlying premise and driving force is in place for the main character. The prophecy will unfurl across Reibe’s life’s path. All I have to do now is wait to see if he’ll be required to make the ultimate sacrifice when the story comes to a close in the last episode.

I don’t know how other writers feel when a sticky piece of story info falls into place. Joy isn’t the emotion for me ,as much as vindication and excitement. A vindication that the story will have real impact, something readers can relate to.

A satisfaction that rushes in because the plot seems simple in nature, yet runs like the real world. Appearances are deceptive and the machinations of societies often obscure more than they reveal.

Hands on ComputerTo finish this stand-alone, I need several more chapters; each filled with depth, heart, portents, and conflict, and all capable of holding the attention of young people and adults. Add to that requirement the fact that only two weeks remain to get it beefed up, dressed appropriately, and ready for a final walk down the editing aisle.

Here’s to those hearty souls out there who tangle with plots, characters, and purpose each day in stories meant to entertain others as much as themselves.

Happy writing, all, in these last fourteen days of Camp NaNoWriMo. Don’t forget to congratulate yourselves for doing what most others only dream of doing—putting your thoughts and ideas down for sharing with others.

Have a terrific upcoming weekend. Take come R&R. Catch your breath. And come back with purpose and dedication that can push you to the end of a grueling race. See you soon.

At Home with Fantasy–An Excerpt

Forest Path

The other day I promised to give a small taste of the book I’m working on at present. Today’s the day. I apologize for the late posting. Life tends to get between intent and execution sometimes.

Here’s the premise. Teen boy, Reibe, becomes an apprentice Trader for the foreign Theusans and begins a journey toward a destiny he cannot shirk and a purpose that will save his world from the entropy which is destroying it.

The segment presented here is from chapter two of my YA fantasy, “Composing an Apprentice.” Points to remember—ensemble cast, world as a primary character too, and stand-alone linked episodes make up series.

  “ … Macai looked up and caught a glimpse of her face as she left the dock. He’d seen that look before and knew what it boded. Clamping a hand on young Reibe’s arm, he lowered his head and whispered, “Don’t say anything when Mistress Cleone arrives. Something is wrong and she needs our attention, not questions. Understood?”

Reibe nodded quickly. He sensed Macai would never issue such a warning without good reason, but he couldn’t figure how the man knew something was wrong. They had spoken to no one on the way down from the inn’s storage barn. He glanced up in time to see Cleone marching toward them with such a look of bottled fury in her eyes that any question he might have had fled from his head. He immediately bent to his task and made a desperate attempt to become invisible.

“Macai, have you shown Reibe the goods to be brought down today?” Cleone prided herself in how pleasantly quiet her voice came out.

The young man straightened and caught her eye. “Yes, Cleone. I showed him and told him why we had brought them.”

“Excellent! Now, while you go back to get more trade goods, I have an errand for our new team member.”

She made a quick, slight turn to face the boy, whose eyes held fear. “Oh, stop that, Reibe. I’m not angry with you two. I’m angry about something going on elsewhere. Now, I need you to go to Hanswel’s and tell Jori that I need him to come down here as soon as he finishes taking care of business. Some of our plans have changed and he needs to know quickly. Would you do that for me, please?”

Reibe nodded hastily, glanced at Macai, and sprinted off toward the lumber mill.

Watching him leave without question, Cleone sighed. “It would be nice sometimes to have that kind of energy again.” She shook her head.

“There is a problem upriver. I’ll explain everything when Jori gets here. Go ahead and get more of our goods while I sort things out here in the stall, if you would please, Macai.”

“Of course,” was his only comment. He turned his barrow back toward the inn on the next street east.

Within fifteen minutes, Cleone had the previously delivered goods sorted and stacked in piles around the stall. Space was left in the back for bags of seed grain. She would have to wait until Macai finished his goods run before she could get to her wagon for the small luxury items that the women loved so well.

By the time Macai was back with his third load, Jori was walking up to her from the mill side, and Master Armus strode up from the river. Reibe, who’d come back with Jori, retrieved his barrow without prompting and returned to the inn for another load of his own. With the boy gone for a few minutes, Cleone gathered the men into a knot around the front of the stall and in hushed tones explained the problem and her decisions about a possible solution. … “

In case you’re wondering, this is not a final draft. Heck I just began serious work on it. I hope that you will give me your thoughts on how it flows, what needs removal, and what needs more explanation within these paragraphs, keeping in mind that this is an excerpt.

Thanks so much for all of your help and attention. I look forward to what you all have to say. I’ve got to do more writing tonight. So far today I’ve only gotten 2203 words done and I need to put out another couple of thousand to remain on target for the month’s goal.

Have a great weekend, all. Happy writing.

At Home with Melanie Marttila’s Blog Tour

I’ve been privileged this month to work with several enterprising and talented women writers.

This is a business where friendships spontaneously develop within moments or hours, and with poets, the practice is common. I’m not sure whether the reason for such rapid connection is strictly due to shared verses so much as the mindset of those dealing in verse.

Melanie MartillaToday’s blog tour connection exemplifies that question. Melanie Marttila is an interesting personality. Sassy and savvy, Melanie takes no prisoners. She doesn’t have to. Readers are eager to see what she’s writing.

Melanie admits to the possibility of multiple personality disorder. Hey, don’t get alarmed. She’s a writer. We all have that tendency. If you see her talking to herself, well, she’s running dialogue or working on a new presentation for her corporate trainer job. She has one, you know.

She began writing at a young age. At age seven, she submitted her first story to CBC’s “Pencil Box.”  After that early success, Melanie took some time off to attend school. Since then, she’s become a published poet and an award-winning short story writer.  She’s a member of the Sudbury Writers’ Guild   and a professional member of the Canadian Authors Association.

In 1999, she received her MA in English Literature and Creative Writing from the University of Windsor.  Currently, and concurrently, she’s working as a learning and development professional, writing several novels and short stories, and developing her platform.

Melanie calls herself an Ink Alchemist and epic fantasy novelist-in-progress. She has three stories out this year: “The Broken Places” in the June issue of Bastion Science Fiction Magazine, “On the Ferry” in the When Words Collide anthology, and “Downtime” in the fall 2014 issue of On Spec.

I highly recommend that you pop in on her Writerly Goodness at:

Melanie’s blog tour post will come up on her site Saturday afternoon, so please stop in and visit with my friend and colleague. She’ll have you chuckling for a while and then you’ll click her like button and make her even happier.

Also this weekend, I’ll have a chance to share an excerpt with you all from the first stand-alone book I’m writing for my fantasy series, Wisher’s World. I hope you’ll join me for that.

I want feedback on it. Readers’ interpretations and suggestions are always welcome. Whether they get used or not, the feedback always influences a writer’s direction.

Until then, happy writing.

Official Winner’s Name

Patricia A. HawkensonWe have a name for our June Poetry Haiga Contest. Expressive Domain is Patricia A. Hawkenson, a fine poet.

She’s told me how excited she is to win on the merit of her poem rather than because of her name and our acquaintance.

Bless her. She always produces marvelous work, and as we can see here, it shows.

Thank you, Patricia for gracing my pages with your verse. Congratulations. I’ll have your prize on its way within the next week. I hope you enjoy having the Haiga poster as much as I’m going to enjoy creating it with your words on Linda’s image.

Nurit IsraeliGive a great round of applause, folks, for our winner, Patricia. and our runner-up, Nurit Israeli.

At Home with Our Poetry Contest Winner

Contest winner

Contest winner

Folks, we have a winner! Yes, Linda Evans Hofke and I could finally decide on a prize winner for June’s Haiga Contest.

Let me say up front that coming to a decision was one of the most difficult things I’ve done in a very long time. I don’t envy professional poetry judges at all.

The problem? We had so many exquisite entries to choose from. Narrowing them down to five was a major challenge. Getting down to three was excruciating. In the end, Linda and I agreed on the top three—they’d earned those positions, fair and square.

Reducing the short list to one was the killer. It came to a toss of a coin between the top two. A winner and a runner-up.

Drum roll, please. The winner of June 2014 Haiga Contest is: expressivedomain4h for the following haiku.

Haiku (by expressivedomain4h, aka TBD)

Deep rooted hedges,
reflecting in warmth, transform
when old beliefs fade

This excellent verse holds to the true sense of Haiku and uses the image of garden cherubs to the fullest. The opening line sets the tone, for the image has thick, tall hedges, and any thriving hedge must have deep roots. The obvious is stated.

The second line uses the light and color in the image to bring the reader into the warmth of the day, but also to enfold the reader into the warmth of the scene and the protection of the hedges already mentioned. It also sets up the last line twist with the word “transform.”

And what a sensational twist. The poem circles back to bring in “old beliefs.” The comparison of faded beliefs and transformed hedges makes its own statement of changes made in a life cycle; whether a life cycle of a garden or a belief structure, both of which can keep a person warm and comfortable.

The poet here can have a huge difference in interpretation to mine, but this is how the poem struck me.

From a different slant, poet Nurit Israeli brought a more ephemeral and spiritual verse for us.

Haiku (by Nurit Israeli)

Angels − grounded to
earthly garden of Eden −
still dreaming of wings…

This seeming simplistic haiku says so much to the reader. Cherubs are considered angels, it’s true. The image portrays three of them, standing in a garden atop a stone bench—grounded. They have no wings that we can see and appear to be looking around, as if waiting for something to happen.

This seemingly literal translation of the image allows the reader to imagine the idea of angels waiting for promotion to wings, and doing so in an “earthly garden of Eden.” And isn’t that how many people think of our time on earth—merely waiting for our time to go home (Heaven) to receive our “wings” after having lived a good life?

Again, whether the poet intended that interpretation of the verse doesn’t negate its validity.

And there you have it. Our winner and our runner-up.

To the winner I say, please contact me with your name, address, and other pertinent information so that I may send you your prize. I’m looking forward to finding out who this anonymous poet is.

To the runner-up, Nurit Israeli, I say “Congratulations.” Linda and I decided that you, too, should have a prize. You are asked to select any one of the Haiga examples I posted during the month of June as your prize. We will send you a print of that Haiga poster, suitable for framing. I’ll need your mailing information as well.

Again, Linda and I want to thank everyone who entered a haiku poem for our little contest. You make our job of judging very painful, but delightful as well. With the kind of fantastic talent shown last month, I can truthfully say that each of the participants have won my respect and admiration.

The prizes will go out as soon as I have all of the proper mailing information.

I’ll be back tomorrow to showcase the next poet/writer on the Virtual Blog Tour. Until then, happy writing, everyone. Be bold, be honest, and be happy.


At Home with Ina Roy-Faderman’s Blog Tour

If you’ve ever wanted to meet an interesting person/writer, now’s your chance. I’ve been wandering around the blog-o-sphere for a few years now, working on poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. Along the way, I’ve met some fascinating folks. Ina is one of those people.

Ina HeadshotIna Roy-Faderman and her writing partner Andrea Heiberg of Denmark, ran a friendly poetry competition. It was Andrea’s brainchild and several poets jumped into it with both feet. We each got to partner a child(ren) to co-write poetry to prompts.

I had no children close to me who could play, so I was paired with a 13 year old Danish girl. That experience remains one of my most vivid. Writing with any child is a challenge, but writing in two languages and doing translation to boot is a true gauntlet dropper. I had a blast.

Ina had her own diminutive partner by her side. We all played each week, grabbing the prompt and communicating back and forth—regardless of language differences—until we came up with something each paired partner could put out there. I don’t remember what pair placed where. It didn’t matter to me who won. We all had a terrifically entertaining and educational time of it.

Throughout it all, Ina did the monitoring and admin work on the site and kept everyone on the path. But that’s the kind of thing Ina does. She jumps in, whole hog, and wades through everything to the end. Take her educational background, for instance.

She received her formal creative writing training through the English Department at Stanford University.  She was also completing an M.D. at the time and starting a Ph.D. at U.C. Berkeley. You don’t get much more committed than that. The necessary energy level alone is immense. She wrote her poetry and fiction in odd, spare moments, and worked at keeping up her website. Not easy for many writers with outside commitments. Ina, though, is an smart and determined lady.

Her poetry and fiction have appeared or will be appearing in Pif Magazine, Writer’s Digest Magazine, Danny Shot’s Long Shot, and Right Hand Pointing.

She lives near San Francisco, where she teaches for the Philosophy Department at Oregon State University. She continues to write, herds her unruly family, and has plans to get sleep any day now.

For those who’d like to see more of Ina and catch her blog tour post, travel on over to her website “In Our Books.” She’ll be posting her own “writing process” tomorrow. Don’t miss it.

Thank you so much, Ina, for gracing the tour with your valuable time and marvelous talent. We’re all made greater for it.

Melanie MartillaThe last of my blog tour writers will come along in a few days. Melanie Martilla has a weekend slot for the readers’ pleasure. She, too, has plenty writerly goodness to offer the writing zone. Stay tuned for that profile and link.

And to round out this post, a little more anticipation. As you all know, I’m doing Camp NaNoWriMo this month, which many of you may be doing as well. I decided I’d give everyone a taste of the book I’m working on. Thursday, I’ll post a short excerpt of “Wisher’s World: Episode 1 Composing an Apprentice.” You’ll have a chance to tell me what you think, ask questions, make suggestions, etc.

Until I see you then, happy writing, ll. Save a word or two back when you end the day to have for a fire starter tomorrow. TTFN


At Home with Connie L. Peters Blog Tour Spot

Connie Pieters

Today I’m featuring a poet/writer friend of mine, Connie L. Peters. This lovely lady has graced many a pint page and numerous online venues with her words, and we’re all the better for it.

Here’s a bit about the lady who writes such soothing and inspirational poetry.

Connie is originally from western Pennsylvania and lives now in Southwest Colorado with her husband. They host two adults with developmental disabilities. Connie and Loren’s two grown children live in Arizona.

She writes fiction, creative nonfiction, devotions and poetry for adults and children. Her devotions and short stories have appeared in many publications. Her poetry has been published in the Christian Communicator, Alive Now, Mature Years plus many others. She writes regularly for The Pagosa Sun and the Presidential Prayer Team.

Connie enjoys playing Canasta and Scrabble, and traveling and adventure. She has visited all of the states except for Hawaii. She has been writing a poem a day since 2004.

I’ve been fortunate enough to write alongside Connie for a few years now. I’ve learned much from her approach to verse and from her attitude toward life in general. I got to know much more about here on the original Poetic Bloomings website, which morphed into Creative Bloomings this year.

Along the way, we’ve written poetic memoirs and poems for international collections. This gal has what it takes to get her point across,  but she doesn’t bludgeon the reader. Instead, she finesses her verse in such a way as to lead the eyes from start to finish and manages to sneak a subtle lesson in there at the same time. To all who know her, she’s a gem.


You can read more of her poetry at

You can find her poetry regularly on sites such as Creative Bloomings and Poetic Asides.

Please take this opportunity to stop in at her online home and get acquainted. You’ll not be disappointed if you enjoy poetry with a smooth gentle side of grace on your plate.

Her blog tour post should be up and ready for a good visit tomorrow. Enjoy your visit and let her know I sent you.



At Home with Networking


My friend here is to remind me to slow down. Work can wear you out.

Why? Because I spend a fair amount of time online for a variety of reasons. One reason, of course, is because I network. I’ve discovered that that particular activity is a major part of a writer’s day.

A writer needs to tackle networking with the drive and determination of the average terrier and make about as much noise. At least that’s been my experience.

There are links to make with sites that can give the writer exposure and most link to other platforms with still more links of other platforms. When you think about it, before you know it, assuming you’re created just a few excellent connections, a writer could end up linked to every important connection ever needed by one who works with words.

Of course, the same could be said about any blogger on the circuit.

For me, the task itself becomes daunting if allowed to foment too long. Which sites should I link to for the best return on invested time? That becomes a mantra after a while. Time gets used finding sites to research for the answer to that question. Soon all one’s time is being eaten up just figuring out where to link. The rabbit warren grows ad grows.

Should this process be so time consuming? And if everyone who blogs has the same difficulty in such decisions, does anyone get anything done outside of it?

This month is packed for me, what with NaNo Camp, a PAD challenge, and routine writing work. Other writers have the same problem. How can we get our work done?

Here’s one way that works for me. Use a timer. Give yourself one hour in the morning and in the evening to do email, social networks, and or quick net checks. That’s it.

If I can’t get through those in that time, I either reduce the drain on my time by ridding myself of subscriptions or doing less networking. Otherwise, my writing suffers. And frankly, I’ve lost enough writing time.

I love my readers. They are the ones I want to play with. And they are who gets my time.

Well, that’s it for today, folks. I’ve a poem to write and a book to begin. Take care, all, and happy writing.